30 September 2008

it's autumn in gothenburg

Autumn arrives, and I realize I must never neglect to appreciate the changings, the endings, the beginnings...The crisps of red beneath my racing feet echo in the pulsing of my heart. 

She said it was all make-believe, but I thought she said maple leaves, and when she talked about the fall, I thought she talked about the season, I never understood at all...Oh Jens. 

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